Also, a genderless wanderer, seeker of knowledge and awe, driven by
the understanding of social issues and the amelioration of the
oppressed. I am fascinated by the human brain and the idea of
consciousness. I am equally fascinated by the universe and its
origins. Quantum mechanics excite me in a very sexy manner. Though
I have a very elementary understanding of it, the implications of
quantum laws shatter everything you know about reality. Like,
seriously, particles exist in multiple places at once, you guys.
Until we observe them, that is. Our measurement of their existence
dictates their location in time and space. Like WHAT. We are made
up of these particles. Does that mean our perception brings
existence to the universe, and not the universe existence to us?
What the fuck is this reality, then? Anyway...

Music transcends my mind and embellishes every aspect of my life. I
secretly want to completely devour music and pursue it thoroughly,
but I've never really had the freedom or tools to do
so...someday.

I define my spirituality as a deep, meditative contemplation of the
universe, its mysteries, and the transcendent effect it has on my
mind. Supernatural phenomena are a tricky thing. I cannot say with
absolute certainty whether or not ghosts, spirits, etc. exist, but
with the idea of parallel universes becoming more accepted, and
with the seemingly endless questions in modern science, I cannot
rule out these "supernatural" claims, at least in the sense that
there is some kind of force which dances between the lines of our
perception and an alternate reality.

Trying to escape the toxic social strata which pervades my every
surrounding. Trying to feel like a living, breathing cretin, free
from the confines of society.

I will be offering my body and mind to the educational mechanism
referred to as UCLA, apparently to divulge into the histories of
the arts. Will I be consumed by this deleterious beast and lose
everything that comprises my humanity? Or will I overcome their
malicious social integrations and strive as a battle-laden rebel
seeking vengeance for the ones lost within the regime? Stay tuned!

I'm constantly psychoanalyzing people and figuring out why they
behave the way they do. I enjoy delving into your perspective and
tearing out your passions so I can consume them, bereft of
inhibition.

I think about reality and feeling as real as possible with people.
I think about unreality and living in an illusion. I think about
the fucking universe--the forces that sculpted our speckle of dirt.
The ejaculation, conception, and evolution of things induced by the
collapse of immense spherical spectacles of hydrogen and
helium.

I don't believe in god simply because there is no reason for me to.
I can attain "enlightenment" just as any "believer" can by
contemplating the perplexities of the universe. Every atom that
comprises our being was conceived in the crucibles of a finite
point in time and space; every single possible thing that exists
emerged from this point, everything is related to one another,
atomically. Understanding this fact allows me to feel an intrinsic
connectivity with everything in existence. Everything was one, and
everything here, at consciousness, is one. My goal as a sentient
being is to recognize that connectivity through other sentient
beings; to share a mutual understanding of one another through
empathy and compassion, transcending the experience of an
individual entity and merging into the endless stream of collective
consciousness.

Exploring putrid suburbs; trying to find that endless pit on the
outskirts of town filled with the deepest, most wretched
undertakings of the general populace so I can expose it to the
blind, impoverished, and brainwashed victims of society who cling
desperately to their last remaining vestige of humanity.

Dancing with the occvlt; becoming a witch and having orgy's in a
forest.

i am selfless to a fault; i push myself to make others happy rather
than ever focusing on myself. lucky you. one day i hope to invoke
value into who i am, but i haven't really found myself yet. my life
is too deprived for me to be content with anything. my passions are
too vast for me to be decisive on a set path. i lack determination
because i've never really had anything to be determined
for...except for other people.